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There was a flash and a loud report. As he passed out he saw in the hall a quietly dressed man with keen grey eyes, talking to one of the footmen. There would be no moon. At luncheon, on the third day, a thick-set man with a blue jaw smiled across his table at her. His eyes were set too close together. Cathy's eyebrows perked up. Upon this young fellow's face there were no wrinkles, only shadows, in the hollows of the cheeks and under the eyes. "It is the fiend!" she exclaimed, recoiling.
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